Dear Padrooga,

He did it. Misha got married. Took that post-evil-teen aged devoushka down to the Wedding Palace and did it. My friend told me only a couple of his male friends showed up and no one was there from her family. Who knows where she is from?

I am recovering well. I have purchased some wonderful new fall shoes at a store near Kreshatik Metro. Polnie Fashion. I also splurged on some earrings, plenty of bath toiletries as well as new make up. I bought a new fall coat and am looking at heavier coats. I picked up a few things at Grand Gallery as well. This month I am dedicated to making myself feel great.

I met Masha and Zhenia at Coffee House and we discussed ways for me to get over Misha.

I am on my way to being better and I promise to update my blog more regularly and try to get some photos of devoushki on Kreshatik.

Dear Padrooga,

I am officially back in Kyiv!

I spent most of September in Yalta with my mother and it was wonderful. I love the fresh air there. I felt invigorated and ready to take on life. Zhenya and I were on the phone to each other constantly and Misha also called frequently.

I returned home to Kyiv and Misha gave me the shock of my life. He is getting married to a twenty year old girl that I don't even know! Now we know why he has been moody with me for the past few months. Darling the shock of it all shook my system so much that my mother packed me off to England to stay with my Aunt. I had to get out of Kyiv. I had no idea he was even meeting with another girl! He gave no indication at all. Suddenly he is just engaged and says he will be married soon. He doesn't know the date and appears to be absolutely unconcerned whether it will even happen or not.

And the most shocking part of the whole thing is he still wants to keep seeing me. Never made an attempt to introduce me or talked about introducing me to this post-evil teenage devoushka and then tells me it will be completely normal for us to continue meeting like we always have in the past! I told him to go to H*&% and have not called him since!

This has really shocked me down to my stilettos and I really am having a hard time being a cool devoushka. Please send advice.

Love,
Elena

Dear Padrooga,

I am packing my bags and will be off to Yalta tomorrow with Mama. I have to say that I don't want to go! I don't want to go to Yalta! What is WRONG with me? I can't breath a word to Mama that I would rather stay in Kyiv and spend time with Zhenya. She will be very upset.

Zhenya got us a special mobile phone package and we can call each other for free now. In Kyiv that's serious business. Now we are calling each other every day and ask each other things that would be very banal to anyone else.

When I told Misha I changed my mobile phone number he had a fit. I think he suspects something is up. He is brooding now.

I am loosing my cool devoushka edge and falling in love. Send advice quick!

Love,
Elena

Russian Devoushki Photos

Travels of Stacey features a post with photos of Russian devoushki. The photo spread even includes a shot of a hole made in the asphalt by a stiletto heel. (I do think the shots of the street toilets belong in a separate post......One should never mix devoushki and toilet photos together.)

Is HRH the Duchess of Cornwall a Devoushka?

In my "Is She A Devoushka?" posts, we shall take a look at famous women and discuss whether they are a devoushka or not.

Is HRH the Duchess of Cornwall a Devoushka?

If the rumors are true that she sounded out the then Lady Diana Spencer after her engagement to Prince Charles and tried to ascertain just how much horse riding Lady Diana planned on doing during her married life, then that of course might be considered a bit of devoushka daring on the part of Camilla. However true blue she has been to Prince Charles, and however she got him to admit that he wished he was her tampon, (Let's hope she advised him to tuck the strings in.) I think in the long run, it's a safer to say that Duchess Camilla is NOT a devoushka. A real devoushka would have landed Prince Charles the first time around and have gone for the real power behind the throne. Riding boots grace this Duchess' feet, not stilettos.

What do my readers think?

Remembering Anya

In my sojourn to become a full fledged devoushka, (let me point out that the chromosome did not naturally develop in me, I had to be mentored) one of the most interesting devoushki I met was named Anya.

Anya had wild wavy hair and had so much devoushka attitude that it literally sat on her like an aura. One of my first experiences as a devoushka was listening to her conversation with another devoushka (in Russian of course) while she completely dissed her best padrooga's new foreign boyfriend, in front of him, without him understanding a word of what she was saying. Not having the 24th chromosome, I recognized that she WAS being completely rude as the other devoushka in question was also MY best padrooga and I would not diss my best padrooga's boyfriend EVER, even behind his back. Evil was creeping into Anya's heart. It was fascinating to listen to her speak with such confidence and outrage as she watched her best padrooga walk down the street holding her foreign boyfriend's hand. (Perhaps she was breaking some devoushka rule of being cold to the one you love most and was showing too much warmth to him too soon. I'm not clear on this rule.)

In the end, Anya went completely evil and lost her best padrooga and any potential friendship that I felt for her. But I do remember one great piece of advice she gave me about "choosing" in life. This advice pertained to choosing important things like men, clothes or coffee. "Once you find the best in life, why try anything else?"

Dear Padrooga,

Well I finally was able to buy my new mobile phone! Zhenya came back from the Crimea and went straight from the train to his work so he was no help in the area of helping me pick one out. I only knew that I had a price, a need for a photo camera in it and a color......pink.

I stomped in my stilettos to several different places and had several young men with light fuzz on their upper lip try to explain to me what was the best for my price range and finally made a decision.

I left the store and headed immediately for Maidan to hunt down some devoushki. As I left the metro I found three Mach 12 devoushki standing together. Perfect specimens for my readers! As I fumbled in my purse, they began to walk away. Let me tell you, I was loosing my devoushka cool trying to get my mobilka out of my purse while following them and trying to keep the attitude. I immediately realized that it is really going to be a challenge to get photos of these creatures as since I am one myself, I felt rather idiotic trying to follow them and take photos. I fell into their trail of men that were looking at their bare assets and found that none of them were paying any attention to me whatsoever!

The devoushki headed into a store with the flock of men following them before I could get the phone started and figure out how to use the camera.

My next attempt was at the metro platform. It was a bit dark but there was another lovely specimen. Not exactly a real Mach 12, this one was a trashy devoushka. She had black, laced leggings and a tight top with a shiny gold belt. A rather too wondery wonder bra pushing up some ample cleavage but her crowning glory was her hair. A long, thick fall of platinum white hair that was so fake you could spot the plastic chemicals in it from a far distance.

Again, a stumble with the purse, panic at being caught making a photo of another devoushka. (Would people think I wanted to copy her style or something? No way!) I tried, I really did. She walked in the train and I took a photo. When I looked at the image, a large babushka dressed in black had moved in front of her. Failed again!

I was a bit disheartened but realized that I will need to practice making photos in the name of devoushka journalism.